Yeah, so Bonnie's burgers are OK. But the service is ridiculous, even by the slacker trustafarian standards of Park Slope. In the mood for a burger? And even more, in the mood to wait for said burger for ninety minutes while various skateboard kids, NYU film students, Chomsky experts, professors of social justice, drink PBR from a can and dissect oh, how miserable it is to live in the AmeriKKKa of Chimpy McBushitlerburton and his secret cheneybot brain police? Then Bonnies is for you. You can even smug out while waiting your ninety minutes by contemplating the craggy visage of Johnny Cash and various bluesmen hanging on the wall. Then the burger comes. Is it worth the wait? Quite frankly, no. Bonnie's is the sort of place that could only survive in an environment where stupid hippie leftist types equate bad service with authenticity. Me, I'm praying Starbucks buys the space and boots them out. Bad, bad Bonnie. Go serve your time at McDonalds, you pretentious lowlifes.
Pros: The picture of Johnny Cash on the wall
Cons: Everything else, especially the lame and inept service
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